
Stunt 102 TM88 & Pi’erre Bourne
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[Chorus]
Shall I proceed? (Woah)
Follow my lead (Woah)
I'm not in your draft class, 'cause boy I'm out your league (Woah)
Shout out to my math class, I love to count this cheese (Woah)
Like it's algebra (Woah)
My bitch sucking me, Count Dracula (Woah)
All black, V for Vendetta (Woah)
See me on the web, like tarantulas (Woah)
Run up every day, I'm on my calendar (Woah)
[Verse 1]
(Ayy, ayy)
All this money on me, no Photoshop
Body look like a bottle of soda pop
She in my bed, I call her Goldilocks
President still, yeah, if you vote or not
YSL coat on, no curse
Smoking my opps, smoking on purp
Vacay for summer like Phineas and Ferb
She do her thing, she do a verb
Smoking on gas, smoking on flatulence
Niggas send threats, but ain't nothing happеning
Got on my feet, gotta sleep in the trap again
Like Gina in a suit, call me a classic man
Mе and my dawg, my nigga Toto
She ride like a horse, my boxers is Polo
Jump on a stick, she play with the pogo
She want the Sossboy, she want the logo
Shall I proceed? (Woah)
Follow my lead (Woah)
I'm not in your draft class, 'cause boy I'm out your league (Woah)
Shout out to my math class, I love to count this cheese (Woah)
Like it's algebra (Woah)
My bitch sucking me, Count Dracula (Woah)
All black, V for Vendetta (Woah)
See me on the web, like tarantulas (Woah)
Run up every day, I'm on my calendar (Woah)
[Verse 1]
(Ayy, ayy)
All this money on me, no Photoshop
Body look like a bottle of soda pop
She in my bed, I call her Goldilocks
President still, yeah, if you vote or not
YSL coat on, no curse
Smoking my opps, smoking on purp
Vacay for summer like Phineas and Ferb
She do her thing, she do a verb
Smoking on gas, smoking on flatulence
Niggas send threats, but ain't nothing happеning
Got on my feet, gotta sleep in the trap again
Like Gina in a suit, call me a classic man
Mе and my dawg, my nigga Toto
She ride like a horse, my boxers is Polo
Jump on a stick, she play with the pogo
She want the Sossboy, she want the logo
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